Otherworldly Merchant

After I heard it, I knew a little bit about it.

I remembered a pretty hot clip I had seen on the internet a while back, saying that it was an idle college student with a sore egg, and I found a mirror to experiment with, and I looked in the mirror every day from morning to night, and it lasted more than 40 times a day for five minutes at a time.

It was fine at first, but as time went on, more and more weird things started to happen. First he found himself a little unconscious in the mirror, then he often couldn't control his emotions, cried wildly, laughed wildly, felt like the one in the mirror was who he really was, now he had to work with himself in the mirror.

About a month later, he found himself in the mirror. As soon as you leave the mirror, you feel like the world is blank, you don't feel like you exist, you have to sit in front of the mirror all day and look at yourself in the mirror.

You can't eat, you can't sleep, you can't brush your teeth, you can't wash your face, you're hungry, you're skinny, your eyes are dark, your hair is fluttering, you look like a ghost.

Until later, he developed the symptoms of schizophrenia, feeling that he was a fake. It was only in the mirror that he was who he really was. He lived in doubt and pain every day. Finally, he couldn't bear the stress of suicide...

An ordinary mirror can make people live like this, not to mention an ancient Tang Dynasty mirror?

This Song lady is really looking for a fucking death.

I asked Ms. Song, how long does it take to look in the mirror?

Ms. Song hesitated for a moment and said that she had been sitting in front of the mirror a dozen times since the beginning.

I was surprised by Ms. Song. I didn't have to be narcissistic.

I even asked Ms. Song why she looked in the mirror so many times. Ms. Song said there was something strange about this. She was a micro merchant. She had to deal with all kinds of things at home every day. She dressed up at home all day, when she was bored. What happened?

I said look in the mirror too much, there may be some mental problems.

Ms. Song shouted directly: “Ah, are you a professional or not? Those who practice dancing, they practice in front of the mirror all the time. So, according to you, dancing is all schizophrenic? ”

I said that the nature of the two was different, and they practiced dance, and most of their attention was focused on physical movements, and they basically didn't look at their faces. But you're different. Most of your attention is on your face. You've been watching it for a long time. Something will happen.

Ms. Song still doesn't believe me, saying that I am nonsense, I know it doesn't make sense to her, and I am too lazy to ignore her.

Ms. Song first took me back to the villa she rented in the suburbs of Beijing. I walked around and didn't find anything unbalanced in Yin and Yang. I felt normal, so I asked her to take me to the place where the bronze mirror was placed.

Ms. Song drove me back to the neighborhood where I used to live.

This neighborhood is called the Water Garden, and in the South Third Ring, 100 square meters of houses cost less than five million. This bitch is really rich, if I can't help it.

By the time we arrived at the water garden, Li Mazi was already waiting for us at the front door of the community. Seeing us late, Li Mazi was angry and asked why we came so late.

I said the traffic jammed for a while, Ms. Song glanced at Li Mazi again and said you had better be nice, otherwise I would withhold the money.

Li Mazi's anger broke, but he couldn't send it. He had to endure anger and chase BMW in the back, all the way to the front door of the community.

After entering the elevator, Ms. Song suddenly squatted with her eyes covered and looked very scared.

I was surprised by Ms. Song's strange move. I asked her what was going on.

Ms. Song said with alarm that she was afraid to look at the inner wall of the elevator, which was not herself.

I looked at the interior walls of the elevator, all of them pure metal, shaking like mirrors, to make a human face.

I laughed dumbly. This Song lady was always bitten by a snake and was afraid of the well rope for 10 years.

I didn't expect Ms. Song to live on the 10th floor. She is very bold. Generally, single women live below the 5th floor because the sun is falling on the top floor, which is bad for women. And in the unlikely event of a gangster being thrown downstairs, he would fall straight into pieces.

I asked Ms. Song why she bought such a tall floor. Ms. Song said I'd like to. Do you mind?

I laughed dumbly and said of course I didn't care, but you better be careful, living on such a tall floor is not good for you.

Ms. Song asked me why I said that. I said I'd like to. Do you mind?

Li Mazi and I have been crushed by Ms. Song for a long time, which made me very uncomfortable, so I was going to give her a ride down to Marvel.

This Ms. Song was really scared, even apologized to me, let me tell her about the entrance. After I said it, Ms. Song immediately regretted that she should not have listened to the salesman's lies.

When I entered Ms. Song's room, I felt unusually cold! It's not just cold, it's more like cold deep into the bone marrow, cold coming out from the inside out.

I took a deep breath and asked Ms. Song where the bronze mirror was.

Ms. Song took me into the bedroom, opened the safe, and took the copper mirror out of it.

Copper mirrors are indeed exquisitely crafted, be it gold-plated or sandalwood brackets. I weighed it down and felt it should be genuine.

Even if it's in a national museum, it's definitely the best A, how come it's been collected by a rich woman who's not so big?

To be honest, although she has 10 million dollars, she is not a millionaire in Beijing and does not deserve this copper mirror at all.

I guess the copper mirror sold to Ms. Song is definitely not a good person with some purpose...

So I asked Ms. Song, how much did it cost to buy this brass mirror? Ms. Song didn't say much, it was half a million.

She was going to pretend to be forced to prove that she was rich and generous and spent over half a million dollars buying a mirror. But I despised her so hard in my heart. This woman is stupid. How much is this round of Tang Dynasty hand-set gold around the light? Half a million people can buy this copper mirror. It's not weird to get out of the ghost.

But I didn't say anything. I just said stay here for the night. I want to see how weird this bronze mirror is.

Ms. Song looked at me nervously and asked if she wanted to stay too. I glanced at Ms. Song in surprise and said you wouldn't stay. Who would? This bronze mirror works only on you, not necessarily on us.

Ms. Song nodded and said yes.

I checked the bronze mirror over and over. I didn't notice anything strange. I simply put the bronze mirror back in the dresser and stared at myself in the mirror for a while.

This copper mirror is amazing. It's not much different from modern glass mirrors. The corners are blurred, but it should have been quite superior at the time, so only the royal family can probably afford it?

Li Mazi walked up and tapped the bronze mirror gently, asking me if this thing was worth half a million dollars? Someone must have made a mistake.

Ms. Song was angry. She said it wasn't worth half a million. Finally, she got into a theory with Li Mazi. She definitely refused to admit that she had bought mirrors...

And I was attracted by the banging sound of Li Mazi. When Li Mazi just banged on the copper mirror, the sound of the copper mirror was strange.

According to theory, the sound of a normal copper mirror knocking should be crisp, but Li Mazi knocks out the sound, but it is very sandy, like the sound of an old 18th century European and American witch, and it lasts a long time!

I didn't believe in evil, so I knocked again, and if not, it didn't make the sound it was supposed to make, it made a dull, weird sound.

Without waiting for me to find out, suddenly something hit Ms. Song's balcony window, smashing the windows.

The room was quiet immediately and we brushed our eyes toward the balcony.

A crow with blood all over his head, lying quietly in the glass, is dead.

I take a sip of cool air. What's with the crow? There must be some special reason not to crash into it for nothing.

“Hmm, why is this glass so poor?” Ms. Song is furious: “I'm looking for a property, what a shitty house! ”

I hurriedly stopped Ms. Song, told Ms. Song not to speak and heard what was going on out there.

Ms. Song was stunned. She looked at me a little scared and asked me what was wrong.

I haven't spoken yet, and the windowsill is once again flying in a bunch of pitch-black crows, standing in a row, with godless eyes, staring dead at Ms. Song.

Ms. Song immediately went forward and bombarded them. The crows made a "quack” noise and fled.

“How ominous.” Ms. Song said angrily.

“Yeah.” Li Mazi sighed too: “People say," Old man screams, it's time to die... ”

“You crow mouth can't say anything nice. What old fart is dying, believe it or not, I'm calling the police to arrest you now? ”

Seeing that they were arguing again, I quickly persuaded them not to get angry, and now I feel that the arrival of the crows must have something to do with us knocking on this bronze mirror.

So I asked Ms. Song, has this ever happened before, and the crows flew to the balcony?